Vicious Youkai Just Want To Farm [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Lin: "..."

Several others: "..."

I never imagined that the position of a god, which no one else wanted to let go of, would be despised like this.

Emperor Yan was still feeling emotional: "In the past, you were still young and couldn't bear the burden of such a big tribe, so I kept supporting it. Now it's better. Mature, stable and strong, Yun, Ji and Huan, you are all first-class One of the warriors will definitely help your elder sister protect the Shennong tribe. As for Jiang..."

When Emperor Yan saw Jiang Lin, he couldn't hold back, stretched out a pair of big hands, and hugged him full.

"The son I used to worry about the most has now grown into the proudest son I have."

Emperor Yan looked at him with satisfaction: "I have always been worried that you would not be able to take on the responsibility of the God of Saturn, but now, you are doing better than I imagined. Even, you are doing better than me, the God of Saturn. .”

"So far, I have nothing to worry about."

The few people were naturally unwilling and reluctant, but Emperor Yan probably really disliked this position, and his attitude was almost impatient.

He closed his eyes, and two clusters of bright light appeared in his body.

One ball landed on Mao's body, and the other ball landed on Jiang Lin's body.

At that moment, Jiang Lin suddenly felt that he had a deeper bond with the land under his feet, with the plants on the land, and with the people living on the land.

Emperor Yan showed a relieved smile.

He is no longer the sun god and the god of agriculture, but he is still a top fighter.

Before leaving, he told his elder daughter and younger son very seriously: "The golden light in your eyes, I call him the belief of the tribal people. Unless necessary, you must not touch it. "

"Father, why?" Mu was puzzled.

She had just become the sun god, and the first thing she heard was a little girl's prayer.

The little girl said that she hoped that the bright sunlight could pass through the roof and fall on her bed, so that her quilt would be very warm and comfortable.

When Lao made her perfect, the little girl's eyes widened in surprise. At the same time, some thin golden light spots appeared on her body, and fell on Lao's body along the invisible lines.

The golden thread made Mu, who is a god, very comfortable.

Emperor Yan's tone was stern: "I have also been in contact with and absorbed these golden light spots. They made me extremely powerful in a very short period of time. I don't even need to fight, I don't need to do extra training. Every day, my strength It will grow much more than before.”

Mu was puzzled: "Isn't this a good thing?"

Emperor Yan sighed: "I thought so at the beginning, until one time, one of my believers made an unreasonable request to me, and I rejected him."

Jiang Lin vaguely realized what Emperor Yan wanted to say.

"He hates me because of this, and he no longer trusts me." Emperor Yan said, "I can feel that part of the golden light spot in my body that belongs to him has disappeared. Twice as much as he got."

"I lost twice as much strength as I gained from him."

Mao's eyes widened: "That is to say, if the tribe's people don't believe in the sun god, the belief I got from them will disappear twice."

Emperor Yan nodded.

But Mao still thought it was not a big deal: "But the people of the Shennong tribe, who would reject the gods?"

Jiang Lin gently tugged at her sleeve: "Sister, what father says always makes sense."

He knew that Mu might not understand now, but Emperor Yan had built up his prestige for so many years, and Mu worshiped him so much, moving out of Emperor Yan was more effective than anything else.

Sure enough, after hearing what Jiang Lin said, although she didn't think it was very important, she still nodded her head: "That's right, father said don't touch it, so just don't touch it."

Emperor Yan felt relieved, thought over and over again, there was nothing to explain, the family had a sumptuous dinner together, after that, he took his wife's hand and disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Lin was still in a daze: Is that how I am, understatement, easy, become a god?

At the moment when he became the god of agriculture, Huaiyin and Qingluo in the emerald space both sensed it, and both of them had a direct leap in strength.

The newly appointed Sun God Mu and Saturn God Jiang felt very novel.

They can hear the prayers of the people almost all the time, important and unimportant, detailed and trivial.

But in less than two days, Jiang Lin discovered that he could choose to listen to these prayers or not.

If you want to quiet your ears, just block these prayers.

So those troubles that Emperor Yan said existed at all!

He just wanted to pick someone up!

The people of the Shennong tribe soon knew that their god had changed.

The leader of the Shennong tribe also became the sun god Mao.

The little prince Jiang became the new god of agriculture.

Not long after, she came to complain to Jiang in private: "I thought that the people of the Shennong tribe would not get used to their father's departure. But in fact, they have accepted it very well now. You and I have become the new asylum of the tribe. This fact."

Mao was even a little sad, and she was not worth it for her father: "Father, he has guarded the Shennong tribe for thousands of years. Don't these people miss him at all?"

"But sister." Jiang Lin said calmly, "The lifespan of ordinary people is only a few hundred years, and what my father guards is different people from generation to generation. Moreover, how many of these people have really seen gods? For them , Whether it is the sun god or the god of agriculture, it is just a title. What they need is shelter, and what they need is the identity of a god. It doesn't matter who is sitting behind this title."

Mu was silent.

After a long time, she pondered: "Is this why father told us not to absorb those golden light spots of faith?"

After all, she is a smart person, and she grasped the point at once: "If gods more powerful than us appear in the future, they will choose to believe in other gods. If I absorb too much belief, I will lose my strength twice. It is estimated that even my own power will be lost.”

Jiang Lin looked at her appreciatively: "That's the truth."

This conversation obviously overturned Lao's cognition, and the new sun god left quite distraught.

On the contrary, Jiang Lin adapted well to this.

Not only did he think of the possibility that Mao said, but he even thought of going further—with the improvement of living standards, if human beings gradually realize that they can create a good enough life by themselves without relying on the gifts of gods.

Then, the effect of the gods on them will become smaller and smaller.

Looking at countless worlds, the traces of "God" will become less and less in the later stage of civilization development.

Because people already know to create by themselves and protect themselves by themselves.

After all, they will no longer need gods.

Of course, this will be a long process.At the current level of development of the Shennong tribe, it may take thousands of years.

After that day, Mao was depressed for a few days before recovering.

But it was a blessing in disguise, she no longer had any curiosity about those beliefs.

Jiang Lin fully adapted to the identity of the God of Agriculture. After the relationship between the Shennong Tribe and the Hai Clan was on the right track, he began to take out the seeds that he had in the Emerald Space one by one.

In the middle, he got a surprise.

It was a small dandelion, found in the emerald space, and thrown into it at some point.

There seems to be no such species in this world. When the little dandelion was planted, Jiang Lin directly sensed the irrigation of the aura of heaven and earth-this is the gift of heaven and earth to the first newly-emerged race of creatures.

The little boy with short silver hair looked at Jiang Lin cutely with his big eyes open.

There was movement in the silent Jiulingjue, and he became Jiang Lin's third contracted spirit plant.

Jiang Lin has no talent for naming, so he calls people Xiaopu.

Xiaopu is small in appearance and good-looking, but he is capable. His most powerful self-contained skill is clones—he can create hundreds of selves, each with impressive strength.

Perfect for working... ahem, melee.

This world is the world Jiang Lin has stayed in for the longest time.

He has walked every inch of the world with his feet.

He watched the Shennong tribe slowly develop from a simple ancient tribe to a rich gathering place.

As life gets better and better, there are more and more people with different thoughts.

Mao gradually became a little bored.

Later, under Jiang Lin's intentional or unintentional guidance, she selected an inheritor among the human beings and shed her "tribal leader" status.

Man and "God" are completely separated.But the Shennong tribe has always enshrined two gods.

Later, dynasties replaced tribes, and humans had monarchs, whose power was much more concentrated than previous leaders.

Human civilization has suddenly entered a stage of rapid development.

Jiang could clearly feel that the number of golden light spots wandering around him all the time had decreased a lot.

Mao also discovered this problem, and she came to find Jiang, feeling a little regretful, but relaxed: "You are right, Jiang, for human beings, there is really nothing that is irreplaceable, including gods."

Jiang Lin comforted her: "Isn't it good now? I don't have to deal with so many prayers every day."

Mao suddenly laughed out loud: "You say that, I seem to be taking advantage."

She suddenly reached out and hugged Jiang Lin, and said in a low voice, "You are always the smartest among us, Jiang."

"Smart is not resistant to beating." Jiang Lin said with a smile, "I still need you to protect me, big sister."

What he was talking about was that Mrs. Tu suddenly went crazy and attacked him some time ago. After all, he is not a god who is good at fighting, and his strength is gentle.

Mao also thought of this.

She frowned, and quickly let go, comforting Jiang Lin: "Don't be afraid, if that fellow Tu Su dares to come again, I will definitely blow his head off!"

Jiang Lin more or less guessed the reason for Tu Su's madness - this is not Emperor Yan, he has always been conceited and arrogant, and he has learned a lot of faith.

Now, you should be aware of the backlash, right?

Tu Su didn't bother to find the Shennong tribe again.

From the perspective of a god, Jiang Lin overlooked the complete process of the development of human civilization.

A long time later, the Shennong tribe no longer existed, and an empire called "Yan" appeared on this land.

After all, human beings have not forgotten the gods who have protected them for so long, but they no longer need gods.

The Tu Su tribe has become a thing of the past. The once ambitious Frost God Tu Su, because of losing his faith, suffered double backlash, fell into a deep sleep, and quietly disappeared between heaven and earth.

Later, Mao came to find Jiang.

"I feel that my people don't need me anymore." Mu felt a little lost, but also relieved, "I'm going to the west to find my father and mother."

The west is an endless sea that human beings cannot set foot on, and human beings cannot cross the endless yellow sand.But there are also legends that behind the yellow sand is the eternal kingdom of God, which belongs to the gods and lives forever.

Jiang smiled and said, "Exactly, I want to go too."

"Are we traveling together?"

Jiang Lin shook his head: "You go first, I still want to walk on the ground."

Not surprised, she said goodbye to Jiang Lin: "Then, my parents and I will wait for you in the Kingdom of God."

Jiang Lin sent her away, thinking apologetically, you may not be able to wait for me.

He didn't know where he would go or what would happen to him, so he deliberately avoided being with Miao.

Choosing a sunny day, Jiang Lin embarked on the journey to the west.

When walking into the vast yellow sand, Jiang Lin looked back.

In the eyes of the gods, wherever they enter the eye, it is full of prosperity in the world of mortals.

The last god in the human world withdrew his gaze and stepped into the vast yellow sand.